The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1887-07-16
A SILENT MAN.
End of His Romance, as Told by a
Diary.

AUGUST sth. - is now past mid
night, and, should lido rs lhave usually
done, | would not stay to write in my
diary tonight; but to-day has not
been just like other days. Ihave been
reading over the broken record OF the
days that are past, and. though it has
all happened in a few hours, 1t seems
as though the life that l lived in them
has gone far away into the dim dis
lance. Thus, looking at them from a
distance, they seem strangely distort-
ed and misshapen, and through them
all l can see that there has run a deep
current of discomfort.
But this is not writing the story Of
to-day. Indeed, that story will be
rather, only the story of this evening,
for it was this evening that l was one
of the guests that thronged Mrs. Nor
mans parlors, and it was there that
she introduced me to her niece, Miss
Fannie Daryl. Indeed, l there made
the acquaintance of many others, but
neither there nor anywhere have 1 met
any one whose very look had in it the
power to make me do and be my best.
By what magic power she so thrilled
me | can not say; but | can remember
that, as | talked, she seemed to listen
eagerly, and when she spoke there was
in her voice a subtle, sympathetic
sweetness that drowned all my senses
in a pleasure altogether new.
But why write this down? ! shall
never forget the hours that have just
passed away. nor shall l ever forget
any word or look of her who made
them dearer than all the other hours
that | have known.
AUGUST 13th.-It has not been from
any dislike of my fellows that l have
always been reserved towards them.
Indeed, l have always yearned for
companionship with those about me;
but l am strangely sensitive, and l
have always found that those with
whom I have mingled have cared
nothing for the things that have ever
been dearest to my heart. Thus is it
that | have yearned to look for but
little sympathy from my fellows; and,
indeed, why should they, with theird d.
verse interests, care for the thoughts
and fancies in which l have hereto
fore found what pleasure my life has
had? In the lack OF friends in whom to
coniide have found a keen delight in
giving to the keeping of my diary the
thoughts that have found no express
sion elsewhere. 40
Tonight | lave been wondcrin: II
this shall always be so, or--but wait
] have only met her twice. Why
should hope that she may prove to
be more than a chance acquaintance?
Tomorrow l am to call upon her.
With this let me close my diary for to-
day.
AUGUST 14th. 1t is more and
more a revelation to me to learn the
power Of a smile or look Of answering
sympathy. 1t is indeed a revelation tn
me to know that there is some one who
can feel and think and understand as l
do. Never before have | revealed my
self to any human being as l did to her
to-day. TO me, too. it seemed that
she endeavored to throw off the mask
beneath which we all hide fro m a too
curious world.
"Yon," she said, to-day. when she
finished telling me something. evil, !
know, understand what ! mean. l
have sometimes tried to make others
understand, but my efforts have always
been in vain"
Strange it is that any one could fail
TO understand any thing that she might
say. Her very presence drives away
all dullness, makes the heart beat
faster, fills one with a delicious sense
Of exhilaration. Then. too, she has a
way Of speaking that should make her
understood almost without her we'll
words. Whatever / may say, she, In
her replies, gives to It an added beauty.
We did not talk to-day Of many
things. With her there Is 50 much to
say upon even the slightest topic, that